A collection of stories, including the Legend of the Wandering Cashier, the roadside diner Angel of Death, the classic tale of the Bathroom on the Bus, and featuring private eye Dawn Debris in the Land of Many Things...

Excerpt: TO THE ONLIE BEGETTER OF THESE INSUING SONNETS, Mr. W.H.; ALL HAPPINESSE AND THAT ETERNITIE PROMISED BY OVR EVER-LIVING POET WISHETH THE WELL-WISHING ADVENTURER IN SETTING FORTH. T.T. SHAKESPEARES, SONNETS....

Table of Contents: 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase, 3 -- 2: When fortie Winters shall beseige thy brow, 4 -- 3: Looke in thy glasse and tell the face thou vewest, 5 -- 4: Vnthrifty louelinesse why dost thou spend, 6 -- 5: Those howers that with gentle worke did frame, 7 -- 6: Then let not winters wragged hand deface, 8 -- 7: Loe in the Orient when the gracious light, 9 -- 8: Musick to heare, why hear?st thou musick sadly, 10 -- 9: Is it for feare to wet a widdowes eye, 11 -- 10: For shame deny that thou bear?st loue to any, 12 -- 11: As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow?st, 13 -- 12: When I doe count the clock that tels the time, 14 -- 13: O that you were your selfe, but loue you are, 15 -- 14: Not from the stars do I my iudgement plucke, 16 -- 15: When I consider euery thing that growes, 17 -- 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier waie, 18 -- 17: Who will beleeue my verse in time to come, 19 -- 18: Shall I compare thee to a Summers day?, 20 -- 19: Deuouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes, 21 -- 20: A womans face with natures owne hand painted, 22 -- 21: So is it not with me as with that Muse, 23 -- 22: My gl...

When French equestrian Claire Delacroix loses her fiance in a tragic accident, she comes to live at the Paris Opera during its 1890s heyday. Whilst working at the opera, she meets a mysterious, masked stranger: Erik. Is it possible that the two of them will heal the pain of each other's past? Buy the the paper back at Turner Maxwell Books ...

A further collection of the author's original poetry.

Then With The Dead Two Mirror of Light World Does Not Wait All Mountain, No Eye Thesis What We Do Little Love Song Hazel The Gate Wait Bark Icon Not To By Now Night-Song On Judgement Day Mind Pass Fire Passing Alone Exchange OK I See At the End of the Night Transmute Bone, Ash, Gold Going Through Light Fate Love in the Mind Make. Do. With Truth The Whole Thing Return They Go Earth Write the Poem Temple Mind Real Phases Image No Self Work Eye Let Go After Orpheus You Ask When We Are Dead No Confession Your Dress On Either Side The Passage of Time Mythopoeic Enna Holly-Leaf Little Song Index of First Lines...

André Breton's First Surrealist Manifesto of 1924 in a new translation.

Preface Secrets of the Magical Surrealist Art - Written surrealist composition, or first and last draft - How not to be bored in company - How to make speeches - How to write false novels - How to catch the eye of a woman you pass in the street - Against death...

Excerpt: My Dear Charles, It is the fate of sequels to disappoint those who have waited for them; and my David, having been left to kick his heels for more than a lustre in the British Linen Company?s office, must expect his late re-appearance to be greeted with hoots, if not with missiles. Yet, when I remember the days of our explorations, I am not without hope. There should be left in our native city some seed of the elect; some long legged, hot-headed youth must repeat to-day our dreams and wanderings of so many years ago; he will relish the pleasure, which should have been ours, to follow among named streets and numbered houses the country walks of David Balfour, to identify Dean, and Silvermills, and Broughton, and Hope Park, and Pilrig, and poor old Lochend -- if it still be standing, and the Figgate Whins -- if there be any of them left; or to push (on a long holiday) so far afield as Gillane or the Bass. So, perhaps, his eye shall be opened to behold the series of the generations, and he shall weigh with surprise his momentous and nugatory gift of life....

Armed with little more than a sardonic sense of humour and a 9mm Browning, Florida news reporter turned private eye Rex Fowler and on-again off-again love interest police officer Lara Travis set off in search of dead conmen, crooked cops and buried treasure....

The story Vrishabhathinte Kannu is about an accident in which a four year old boy gets killed together with his paternal uncle. The story centers around the sub-tenant of one of the flats in the building, who was so friendly with the child. He is moved by the incident, and decides to go to the hospital to see the child. It is the traumatic experience of this man the story is about. ...

Behind him was the security guard of the morgue, and still farther behind in the dark cold room were the cold bodies wrapped up in white linen. He remembered what Hiren Mehta had said, and what Mehta’s son had said. Beyond the eyes of the evil planets, fatalist beliefs, and lives predetermined in a four dimensional field of the world, he saw the indefinable, and unforeseeable, but definite death. Back in the building he was climbing the staircase, and when he reached the second floor he saw Aditya’s house still locked. On the latch of the door was kept a packet of flowers. He wondered where have they all gone. They might have gone to her husband’s home. They might come only after a few days. The flowers will remain there until they come back. After all, what is the relation between flowers and death? (Vrishabhathinte Kannu)...

Stories: Meghangal Panjikkettukalpole Vrishabhathinte Kannu Komali Roopam Nashtappetta Mrigangal Bheeru Oru Nashtakkari Ayalkkari

Dear Lover—a poetry collection about hope and heartbreak, about love in its short, long, and temporary forms, about how love can be cloaked in abuse, how love can build us or break us, the hard and soft of it, the good, the bad, and the completely atrocious. The collection is a poetic story of different relationships which are organized into the stages of a relationship; that initial attraction, the circling dance around each other, the honey-moon stage, the souring, the fighting, the breaking up, and the recovering. This work is deeply personal, but relatable all the same. Autobiographical at its core, it aims for love's failures and triumphs, its disappointments and celebrations, the bad, the good, and the downright ugly. It is a poetry collection that reaches for the hearts of anyone who has ever fallen in love, thought of falling in love, fallen out of love, or is in love with the idea of love. Written in letter format, the collection includes a few sonnets, a couple villanelles, and a pantoum among the formal verse poetry, but mostly it is an experimentation with prose poetry and free verse that hardly seems free at times...

Dear Lover, If you are empty I am open a lock is nothing without a key to close it, a saucer needs tea like sugar needs a spoon a model does not both pose and paint think of dissolving sugar, sweetened teas Matcha whisks and sheltering saucers ceramic teapots and crochet coasters a heat that creeps from tea to saucer a warmth spread by a sweetening spoon what is a journey without someone who wanders if sometimes a pair is made of two...

Search & Discovery Something About Sleeping Sweet Something(s) Appearances Musing(s) Fear Shame Casual Happenings Promises, Promises Taking Advantage Suffering Compromise and Comparison Apology Penance Recovery The End ...

The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth collects the entirety of Wordsworth's verse, presenting it more or less chronologically and, as carefully as possible, the way was intended to be heard by the author, complete with the variety of word emphases that have been either represented by scare quotes or italics....

“The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.—Great God! I’d rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.”...

Collections of original poetry in the mainstream European tradition.

Deep Fields Out of the Dark Digging in Into the Fiery Darkness Passing Listening to Transience Seeing, Not Capturing The Meeting Pool Out Here After Long Concentration Beautiful, Shifting Light The Midnight Eye Sounds and Branches Neither One of Us Maker Emotions Move Longings No More Keeping It In Mind News-Time Nameless-River Falls Now The Rain Has Gone Three Poems of the Hills Memory Everything On Fire All the Forms of the World Now the Light is Shining Heart-Stopped Awake and Aware World of Dust The Fact Unforgiving Agenda The Visitor Tranquil Days Thin Air Sleek Birds, Desperate People In the Mountains I Feel Free In the Presence of Natural Beauty ‘The Mountains of themselves are Mountains’ This Side of Lethe Winnowing Freedom Line of Sight The Invisible One All Change Now Clearing Reclaim A Flow of Dream Fracture Ariel Interiority The Trees Are Honest Looking Outward, Seeing Valley Path at Night between Trees Birds of Thought It’s Shared Quiet, Diamond Bright Crisis! What Crisis? Tonight, I Dream of You Creating Space Beached He Leaves Us Behind Uncreated Space Br...

Twenty-four poems in translation.

Absence Easy Talking of Power and Love The Beloved Max Ernst Series Obsession Nearer To Us Open Door The Immediate Life Lovely And Lifelike The Season of Loves As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body’s Senses Barely Disfigured In A New Night Fertile Eyes I Said It To You It’s The Sweet Law Of Men The Curve Of Your Eyes Liberty Ring Of Peace Ecstasy Our Life Uninterrupted Poetry Index of First Lines...

Ma waena o na lahui kanaka a pau i hookahua ia ka nohona Kalikiano kanu ia ka anoano o ka naauao, ua punia na kihi eha o ko lakou mau aina kulaiwi me ke ala anuhea a me ke onaona liula e hiki ole ai ia lakou ke poina i ka hoomanao ana ae me ke aloha onipaa i ka inoa, na hana, a me ka moolelo o ka lakou mau kalaiaina i molia i ko lakou mau ola no ka ainahanau no ka pono a me na pomaikai o ko lakou mau hoa makaainana. Ke aui a ke alawa iki aku na maka o ko kakou mau hoomanao ana ma na paia o ke au i hala, e ike aku ana kakou i na helehelena o na kuhikuhipuuone, na loea, a me na alakai lahui o kela a me keia aina, mai ka palena hema loa o ka poepoe honua i ka welelau akau, a mai ke kukulu hikina hoi a na aekai i ke komohana, a me he la, ua hiki no ke ike ia ko lakou mau hiohiona ma muli o ke kukui lunaikehala o ka puuwai laahia o kela me keia hoa kanaka, no ka mea, He Pohakuhauoli ko Enelani, He Bisimaka hoi ko Kelemania, He Alekanadero ko Lukia, He Galibaladi ko Ikalia, He Kolomoboso ko Sepania, He Wasinetona ko Amelika, A he Nawahi hoi ko Hawaii.1 He nui wale aku no na loea o ia mau lahui a me na lahui e ae a me ka lahui Hawaii pu...

Hui makolukolu i ka houpo ka eha e E paopao ana i ka waihona wai mapuna a ke aloha e. E u ae ana au, e mamina ae ana no ia ia. Na wai hoi e ole ka makee he iwihilo no ke kuamoo, He wohi i pehia a pulu elo me na omaka Ua Kanilehua I pawehi hooipo ia a pulu elo me ka lehua o Olaa O kau no ia e ualo aku nei—hoi mai. Eia no au, ka poli o ko aloha o Hilo Hanakahi e, He oiaio—nau oe....

Olelo Hoakaka a ka Mea Kakau. xiii -- Olelo Hoakaka a na Luna Hoopuka. xv -- Alana ia no Iosepa Kahooluhi Nawahi. xvii -- Kahooluhi. xvii -- Nawahi. xviii -- Ke Kaniuhu a na Mokupuni. xix -- Ka U a Hawaii o Keawe. xix -- Ka Leo Kaukau a na Moku o Kama. xxi -- Ka Naauaua a Kakuhihewa. xxii -- Ke Kumakena a ka Moku o Mano. xxiii -- Kona Hanau ana. 1 -- Kona Noho Kumu Kula ana. 11 -- Kona Noho Kumu Nui ana. 26 -- Kekahi mau Hana Ana i Lawelawe ai. 34 -- Kona Koho ia ana i Lunamakaainana. 39 -- Ke Kau Koho i ka Moi Lunalilo. 42 -- Holo Makaikai ana ia Kapalakiko. 44 -- Na Hale. 57 -- Ka Merchant Exchange. 60 -- Ka Lick House. 60 -- Na Makeke o Kapalakiko. 63 -- Na Hale Hana Lole. 66 -- Ka Hale Hoikeike Puke o Kapalakiko. 69 -- Na Hale Pule. 69 -- Na Pa Hoikeike o Kapalakiko. 71 -- Na Paluna Lele i ka Makani. 73 -- Ka Wehiwehi o Lone Mountains. 77 -- Holo Makaikai ia Oakalana. 78 -- Na Hiohiona o na Kaaahi i ka Po. 81 -- Na Kau Ahaolelo Ana i Noho ai. 86 -- Kekahi o Kana mau Haiolelo Kaulana. 88 -- Haiolelo Kue a ka Hon. J. Nawahi i ka Pila Aie i $1,000,000!. 88 -- Haiolelo Kue i ke Kuikahi Panai Like. 98 -- Haiolelo ma...

Excerpt: THE GOOD-MORROW; I WONDER by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov?d? were we not wean?d till then? But suck?d on countrey pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den? T?was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desir?d, and got, t?was but a dreame of thee. And now good morrow to our waking soules, Which watch not one another out of feare; For love, all love of other sights controules, And makes one little roome, an every where. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne, Let us possesse one world, each hath one, and is one. My face is thine eye, thine in mine appeares, And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest, Where can we finde two better hemispheares Without sharpe North, without declining West? What ever dyes, was not mixt equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die....

Table of Contents: THE GOOD-MORROW, 1 -- SONG, 2 -- WOMANS CONSTANCY, 3 -- THE UNDERTAKING, 4 -- THE SUNNE RISING, 5 -- THE INDIFFERENT, 6 -- LOVES USURY, 7 -- THE CANONIZATION, 8 -- THE TRIPLE FOOLE, 10 -- LOVERS INFINITENESSE, 11 -- SONG, 12 -- THE LEGACIE, 13 -- A FEAVER, 14 -- AIRE AND ANGELLS, 15 -- BREAKE OF DAY, 16 -- THE ANNIVERSARIE, 17 -- A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME, IN THE WINDOW, 18 -- TWICKNAM GARDEN, 20 -- A VALEDICTION: OF THE BOOKE, 21 -- COMMUNITIE, 23 -- LOVES GROWTH, 24 -- LOVES EXCHANGE, 25 -- CONFINED LOVE, 27 -- THE DREAME, 28 -- A VALEDICTION: OF WEEPING, 29 -- LOVES ALCHYMIE, 30 -- THE FLEA, 31 -- THE CURSE, 32 -- THE MESSAGE, 33 -- A NOCTURNALL UPON S. LUCIES DAY, 34 -- WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE, 36 -- THE BAITE, 37 -- THE APPARITION, 38 -- THE BROKEN HEART, 39 -- A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING, 40 -- THE EXTASIE, 41 -- LOVES DEITIE, 43 -- LOVES DIET, 44 -- THE WILL, 45 -- THE FUNERALL, 47 -- THE BLOSSOME, 48 -- THE PRIMROSE, 49 -- THE RELIQUE, 50...

Preface: A Chancery judge once had the kindness to inform me, as one of a company of some hundred and fifty men and women not laboring under any suspicions of lunacy, that the Court of Chancery, though the shining subject of much popular prejudice (at which point I thought the judge?s eye had a cast in my direction), was almost immaculate. There had been, he admitted, a trivial blemish or so in its rate of progress, but this was exaggerated and had been entirely owing to the ?parsimony of the public,? which guilty public, it appeared, had been until lately bent in the most determined manner on by no means enlarging the number of Chancery judges appointed--I believe by Richard the Second, but any other king will do as well....

Excerpt: At Paris there are almost always two separate parties going on at every ball and rout. First, an official party, composed of the persons invited, a fashionable and much-bored circle. Each one grimaces for his neighbor?s eye; most of the younger women are there for one person only; when each woman has assured herself that for that one she is the handsomest woman in the room, and that the opinion is perhaps shared by a few others, a few insignificant phrases are exchanged, as: ?Do you think of going away soon to La Crampade?? ?How well Madame de Portenduere sang!? ?Who is that little woman with such a load of diamonds?? Or, after firing off some smart epigrams, which give transient pleasure, and leave wounds that rankle long, the groups thin out, the mere lookers on go away, and the waxlights burn down to the sconces....

Excerpt: Chapter 1. I was returning home by the fields. It was midsummer, the hay harvest was over and they were just beginning to reap the rye. At that season of the year there is a delightful variety of flowers --red, white, and pink scented tufty clover; milk-white ox-eye daisies with their bright yellow centers and pleasant spicy smell;...

Excerpt: For a long time after the course of the steamer Sofala had been altered for the land, the low swampy coast had retained its appearance of a mere smudge of darkness beyond a belt of glitter. The sunrays seemed to fall violently upon the calm sea--seemed to shatter themselves upon an adamantine surface into sparkling dust, into a dazzling vapor of light that blinded the eye and wearied the brain with its unsteady brightness....

Excerpt: An ancient English cathedral tower? How can the ancient English Cathedral tower be here! The well-known massive gray square tower of its old Cathedral? How can that be here! There is no spike of rusty iron in the air, between the eye and it, from any point of the real prospect. What is the spike that intervenes, and who has set it up? Maybe it is set up by the Sultan?s orders for the impaling of a horde of Turkish robbers, one by one....

Excerpt: The waies, through which my weary steps I guyde, In this delightfull land of Faery, Are so exceeding spacious and wyde, And sprinckled with such sweet variety, Of all that pleasant is to eare or eye, That I nigh rauisht with rare thoughts delight, My tedious trauell doe forget thereby; And when I gin to feele decay of might, It strength to me supplies, & chears my dulled spright....